"Master, give me something to stutter."
The northern border of Dashang.
The war was spreading for thousands of miles, and the refugees were migrating. On the way, they met Sanzang and others. An old man with a child stopped and said with a pleading look on his face.
When Sanzang saw the haggard old man in front of him and the emaciated child behind him, he couldn't bear it. He turned to look at the people behind him and asked, "How much dry food do we have?"
"That's all."
The middle-aged man took out what little dry food was left, handed it over, and said.
Sanzang took the dry food, handed it to the old man in front of him, and said, "Old man, take it."
"Thank you, master. Thank you, master."
When the old man saw this, his face showed excitement, and he quickly bowed and saluted.
"Buddha."
The old man left. The middle-aged man looked at the son of Buddha in front of him and couldn't help but ask, "The son of Buddha gave them all the dry food. What should we do? There is no place for alms around here."
"Isn't the military camp of the Eight Divisions of Mobei just ahead?" Sanzang said calmly.
"We won't let us get close to the important military base." The middle-aged man said sternly.
"Then let's borrow some food first." Sanzang said calmly.
"Borrow food?"
When the middle-aged man heard this, he looked startled and said in confusion, "We can't even get close to the military camp, how can we borrow food?"
"How can a living person starve to death? Let's go."
Sanzang said something and continued walking forward.
Behind them, the twelve believers looked at each other, quickly recovered, and quickly followed.
What does the Buddha's words mean?
Half an hour later, in front of the army camp on Mobei West Road.
Sanzang and others arrived to ask for food.
However, the outcome was obvious. The important place of the military camp was no longer accessible to Sanzang and other idlers.
The patrolling Mobei soldiers directly rejected the request of Sanzang and others, and blasted them all away.
Most people in Mobei believe in the Immortal Heaven, and they don't have a good impression of Buddhism.
"Buddha, what should we do now?"
After everyone left the military camp, a Buddhist asked.
"You guys wait here."
Sanzang stopped and said, "Young monk, are you going to borrow some food?"
"borrow?"
The middle-aged man asked in confusion, "Where are we going?"
"Only the Mobei army's camp has food nearby, so of course we can borrow it from them."
Sanzang responded casually, then turned around and returned the same way.
The middle-aged man reacted with a look of shock on his face, Mr. Buddha, are you going to break into the Mobei military camp?
On the wasteland.
Sanzang walked past with a demonic aura, and the Buddha's robes were not stained with dust.
The son of the Buddhist Buddha, who has a perfect Buddha nature, has a childlike face. When his demonic aura is not evident, he does look harmless to humans and animals.
But people change.
Same goes for Tripitaka.
In the three years of his life, Tripitaka has experienced too much and seen too much. Regarding worldly affairs, whether good or evil, he only trusts his own judgment.
I borrowed food out of necessity. I believe that Buddha would not blame me.
On the horizon, the sun sets.
Inside and outside the Mobei camp, patrolling soldiers came and went, and the security was very tight.
In front of the camp.
Sanzang walked past, faster and faster.
Before the patrolling soldiers could stop him, Sanzang had already broken into the military camp.
"Assassin, there is an assassin!"
Inside the camp, the patrolling soldiers saw someone breaking into the camp. They shouted warnings and rushed forward.
However, how can ordinary Mobei soldiers stop the Buddha who has entered the fifth realm.
The swords and weapons were added to the body, the Buddha's light flourished, and all the soldiers were blown away.
Sanzang only takes action to repel the enemy, not to injure anyone, so when he makes his move, he collects 70% of his true energy.
"Your Majesty, there are assassins."
In the camp, a general from the Helan tribe walked over quickly and reminded him urgently.
In the handsome tent.
Lord Helan stepped out, looked at the situation outside, and asked, "Who is it?"
"A monk."
The general of the Helan tribe responded truthfully.
"A monk?"
Lord Helan narrowed his eyes. How dare a monk break into the Mobei Camp alone?
Why?
"Three times of enlightenment, even a bright mirror is not a stand!"
In the lively Mobei camp, the golden Buddha's light was in full bloom. Under the siege of more than a dozen military experts, the mirror appeared and rebounded everyone's offensive, sending all the more than a dozen military experts flying away.
The Buddha who has entered the fifth realm is so powerful that no ordinary military master can stop him.
Among the four equally famous geniuses in the world, only the Buddha has entered the fifth realm and is one step ahead of everyone else.
Talent and strength are evident.
Not to mention ordinary military masters, even great practitioners of the Five Realms may not be able to block it.
"Fire the arrow!"
Unable to attack for a long time, the archers of Mobei soldiers quickly gathered together and fired thousands of arrows at the incoming enemy.
"Amitabha."
Seeing this, Sanzang recited a Buddhist name, stepped forward, and rushed out into what looked like the most luxurious tent.
Brother Li said that the ration reserves of Mobei soldiers are different from the Dashan army. They are good at making their own rations. Under normal circumstances, Mobei soldiers will carry their rations with them, which is easy to preserve and is very suitable for wartime use.
The matter arises from the authority, let’s borrow some points first and then talk about it.
Sanzang rushed into the tent and saw the dried meat and cheese in the tent. Without thinking, he swept them all away with the Buddhist robes on his body.
The owner of this tent seems to be a high-ranking official, so it should be okay to get more.
"Stab it!"
From behind, arrows shot into the tent, and golden light rose around Sanzang, blocking the sharp arrows.
After grabbing a tent, Sanzang continued to grab the next tent without stopping.
There are so many of them that they may not have enough food to eat.
soon.
Sanzang broke into another tent, not grabbing gold, silver, or rare treasures, just asking for food.
Anyone who stood in the way was either ignored or knocked down. The entire Mobei camp was in chaos for a while, with everyone on their backs.
However, chaos returned to chaos, but there were no casualties.
There are only a few important places in the army, especially around the two monarchs, where most of the experts are gathered. They dare not leave easily until they understand the situation.
An unexpected combination of circumstances made it easier for Sanzang to borrow food.
About a quarter of an hour later, Sanzang borrowed enough rations and left freely.
In the camp, the Mobei soldiers looked at the Buddha who came and went without a trace, looking at each other with confusion in their eyes.
What on earth is this monk doing?
"Check, what is missing?" Lord Helan asked, reminding him.
"yes!"
All the soldiers took the order and went to inspect the damage.
Not long after.
A general came up and said in a solemn voice, "Your Majesty, I only lost some rations, and nothing else was lost."
"Rations?"
Lord Helan frowned and looked suspicious.
Breaking in with such a big fanfare just to grab some rations?
You must be sick.
At this moment, even the great king of the Helan tribe, who was famous for his wisdom and scheming, was a little out of his mind.
At the same time, more than ten miles east of the Mobei camp, twelve believers stood waiting with anxious faces.
Less than half an hour later, Sanzang walked over, carrying a package made of Buddhist robes in his hand.
"Buddha."
The middle-aged man stepped forward and asked with concern, "Are you not injured?"
"No."
Sanzang smiled and said, "I'm just borrowing some rations, we're not going to fight."
After saying that, Sanzang handed the package over and said, "Let's share it."
The middle-aged man took the package and opened it. When he saw the dried meat and cheese inside, he looked startled.
Are they all meat?
"Buddha."
The middle-aged man came back to his senses and asked, "Don't we need to be vegetarian?"
"Amitabha, there is no need to stick to these rules in emergency situations. As the saying goes, when meat and wine pass through the intestines, the Buddha sits in the heart. The Buddha is in the heart, not in the rules."
Sanzang looked at the twelve people in front of him and said with a gentle expression, "Eating some meat is better than starving to death. Eat first. Only when you are full can you have the strength to continue helping the refugees."
Amitabha.
These words are what you taught the young monk.
If the Buddha blames you, you will take the blame!
